wrong shop
you know what?
my mom
bought
my
life at
the wrong shop!
my mom
bought
my
life at
the wrong shop!
yes i spend part of the summer in Lisbon and made some stills there
Sunday, October 02, 2011
yes i spend part of the summer in Lisbon and made some stills there
window of my eyes
Through the window of my eyes
I can see the rainy day
Sitting in the chair
Of my cool room
Looking for a way
To be the one I am
It's useless to cry
For the things I once have known
Thinking it will come back and reach my home
It's like a distant, like a distant face
It's like the shadow on my wall
Something that
That I cannot touch
A heavenly past that calls
the shelter of my mind
Hides my laugh and my tear
and I keep on looking for a reason which is not here
A tribute to Harry "Cuby" Muskee, he died last week.
Window of my eyes is the song by Cuby and the Blizzards that touched my soul. And still does.
you are invited to comment
if
minds
could
dopplershift
the
color
of
imagination
would
be
black
minds
could
dopplershift
the
color
of
imagination
would
be
black
Ed Schenk, Amsterdam, Netherlands
People fascinate me, in every aspect. In this blog I share the way I perceive Amsterdam.
Occasionally I contribute work to As/Is, Saying something, The Flux I Share, Vispoets and CIAOW.
My music is published on acidplanet
Leave a comment or drop me a mail if you want to communicate.
In my other blog "Underneath the mangatree" I try to collect the work that I contribute to other realms.
